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An inquisitive fleabitten gray mare trotted about outside her yurt-area, awaiting the return of her dearly beloved owner. After a while of the burning sun beating down on her, Lesley's mind started to slip. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me... and really bad eggs... Drink up, me hearties, yo ho!" she sang out, prancing and dancing, sidestepping and crabwalking. She had no clue where she had heard that, but for some reason it had stuck with her all of her life. Maybe she had heard it on the voyage from the Americas? There were some awful rugged-looking horses on the ship... she shrugged it off, continuing to sing.

Lesley swirled around with her eyes closed, her tail high in the air and her mane dancing in the wind. "Yo ho, yo ho..." she continued to sing, mimicking the voices of the rugged stallions on the ship. She dared not look around her, for fear of finding herself on she ship again. Ah well, it wasn't that bad of a trip... the only problem being one particularly nasty stallion.
She sighed as she stopped singing, remembering the stallion on the ship that had taught her the odd song. He had the weirdest tobiano markings she had ever seen, but she wouldn't trade them for anything else. Oh how she missed him. She ended the last part of the song before trotting off to find water. "Drink up, me hearties, yo ho."

Lesley didn't even bother to turn her head back to talk to the stallion. "Then you'll be drinking some more, me heartie," she replied slyly, turning her head just enough so she could visibly wink at him.
Now she turned all the way around to face him. Innath had obviously changed in size, or appearance, or something, for he didn't look the same as he had on the ship. "It's good to see you again, Innath," Lesley said quietly. "I had no idea you were coming around here."

Lesley laughed a bit. "Once an upper-class horse, always an upper-class horse," she mumbled, shaking her head. "Well, anyways, come on. The drinkin' hole awaits, me heartie!" She started walking to the drinking hole, purposefully swishing her tail and raising her head a little higher. She had just found her first good friend!
"What've you been up to in Arabia?" she asked him suddenly, tossing her mane out of her face. "I bet you've been sweating like a pig! Kidding, kidding... Or am I?"

"That's always something to ponder about..." she joked, laughing a bit. "They always make me keep my head forward when they're riding me, so I can't turn back to look." She peered across the desolate sands, searching for the watering hole. When she spotted it, she galloped towards it and thirstily thrust her whole head into the water.
While she was drinking, Lesley had time to think. Innath had grown into a fine young stallion... and she was definitely interested.

Lesley lifted up her head. "Yeah, I'd watch the fish... they hurt for some reason." She continued to drink, letting her mind wander on other subjects. Did Innath have foals? Was he single? Was he even able to breed?
While she was thinking, she let one thought slip, "Man, having foals would be so much fun..." And immediately as she let it out, she regretted it.

Lesley laughed herself. "Eh, I think the excitement would outweigh the whole fun part. I mean, it's more fun to be excited then to actually birth the foals... from what I've heard." She thought long and hard for a moment at what she imagined her foals to be like, and oddly enough, they both had that hint of Innath in them.

Lesley cocked her eyebrow. "I don't know if he's after me, but I know that I am for sure after him." Haha. Trick him... that's the way to go. Play the old, "I'm not telling you, but it might be you..." card. She laughed a little shook her head. "But I doubt he's after me." She winced a bit at the realization that Innath would probably never have foals with her.